A Possible Outcome

Josie and Bill planned a quiet drink, nothing wild, just a toast to the new year. By midnight their clothes were on the floor and they were parked on the edge of his bed, both tipsy, both very naked. Josie had her slender thighs clamped around one of Bill’s hips while he drove into her from below. Every thrust made a soft smack against her slick skin and her head fell back, hair swinging. She rocked forward to meet him, squeezing his cock with little rhythmic pulses that made his abs twitch. He reached up, cupped one full breast and thumbed the nipple, laughing when she gasped and clenched tighter around him. After a minute of that, Josie grinned, pushed him flat on his back and crawled down his body. She grabbed her own ankles and lifted both bare feet, pressing them to his wet, flushed shaft. With slow, teasing strokes she rubbed the soft balls of her feet up and down his length, arching her toes so the pads hugged the head each time they reached it. Bill swore under his breath, hips jerking. Josie added a little sideways twist at the top stroke, catching the sensitive underside. Pre-cum smeared shiny trails across her soles. She watched his face the whole time, biting her lip, enjoying every twitch and moan she dragged out of him. He lasted maybe thirty seconds of that before his load spilled across her toes in warm, heavy ropes. Josie laughed, spread the mess between her toes, then stretched out beside him, already reaching for another glass of champagne.